He begins running his hands down my sides lightly touching me... almost tickling down my legs and to the inside of my knees. I rub him down and cuppin... his balls in my hand as his other hand reaches to touch me, to stroke up and down. His fingers touching as lightly as he moves them slowly up the inside of my thighs.We arrange ourselves on the bed, molded to each other, to our wants, needs, and desires. “Ah! Yes," escapes my soft wanting lips. Pleading comes from my voice which seems so far. Hyde self in his son's head, which was a relief but spawned more questions which demanded answers he did not have.His mind landed on Richie's last message and stayed there while he sipped his coffee at the last intersection on the outskirts of a town whose name he did not know. He stared through the whirling flakes and could almost see his son in near tears as he spoke.Mike heaved a slow, deep sigh. He felt very proud of his son. Richie had faced something which had driven his father out of. May closed the umbrella as April shut the front door against the damp gusts. With the door closed behind them they started to breathe a little easier. A grandfather clock ticked loudly in the parlor. April?s light revealed that the house was furnished in a quaint antique style that looked like it was from the turn of the century. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere. For such a well furnished home, it was peculiar that it didn?t look more lived in. "Hello!" May called out in a deep voice. "Is. I accepted the marriage proposal. We moved away to a new town near Mumbai. Then after we had settled in, we got married at a temple under changed names. For the rest of the evening, we made love like man and wife.We took our dinner in a restaurant and came home to our suhageaat. My husband made me naked and I hugged him. He could feel my hard, thick nipples from my 36dd breasts against his chest and his cock was harder than it ever was, throbbing against the mound of my pussy. Now that I was.